By George Orwell
This book makes my mind blow up, makes me feel uncomfortable, makes me thinking my real world, makes me feel am one of the farm animal and in the farm. Yes it is. we all one of the farm animal.
Pigs, smart and knowledge and knowing
Napoleon, pig, use the weapon , thoughtful , education, and tactics to control the farm
Snowbow, pig, revolution leader, but by expel by Napoleon of his dogs
Squealer, pig, the vice of Napoleon
the son of pigs, next generation elites.
Horse, only know a few words, just know'Napoleon is right, always right’, work work and work. Whole life working like my farther and uncle. Maybe me too.
Sheep, listening boss and always follow them, only use their mouth like the Weibo Host VP.
Chickens, too hard work for them, they choose dead not for too much working.
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So who am I?
Horse like me, just knowing working hard, trust Work more get more, No pain No gain. Whole life for working but for the wrong way or wrong road.
One day no useful they will threw me out.
What will be on this fu*king world.
Like the donkey? Know everything, keep silent, live life long.
Or fighting struggling into the elite team.
Or like a cat, leave away, leave the country, find a new peace for life.
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